User blog comment:Snowstripe the Fierce/The Mercenaries' War/@comment-26538658-20150825010919/@comment-2246928-20150920190606

The fox's smile only widened, his paws tightening upon his blade pommel. His eyes swept over the claymore with amusement. "Pretty liddle knife ye got there, yeh use et teh cutcher salads fer yeh mammy? Lookit, matey, I'll show yeh a real blade if'n yeh dare move any farther!"